Poems from the Circle – It is not just…

Within the writing circle, I use poems as prompts. Each person is invited to let their words fall onto the page. During a recent gathering, we wrote from Kim Russell’s poem, Just Saying. It was the perfect poem to jump from. Thank you, Kim.

In celebration of two people who recently tried the writing circle for the first time I am sharing their poems. It takes courage to share your voice and hear it reflected back to you. Thank you to Tandy and Frannie.

It’s not just a thought.
It’s the feelings and hope of a new tomorrow.
It’s not just a dream.
It’s the past remembered, re-created, and processed
to form the future.
It’s not just a memory
it’s all the memories that come together from the depth
of the soul and leave a mark on the world.
It’s not just me. It’s everyone who has come
before me and everyone who will come after to continue the circle.

By Tandy Wolf

It is not just a memory
it is the past awaking in the mind
time long and short ago sorted and squished
into shapes and colors and whispers
to ignite present feelings.

It is not just bird songs
but wafts of melodious sounds
carried on a spring breeze
swirling and drifting into a grateful consciousness.

By Frannie Brindle

Make A Moment To Remember – Poem By Ali Grimshaw


When did your heart get trampled by disbelief
forgotten in rushing reactivity
pushed aside by survival?

Are you willing to let it be revived?

You don't need to decide today.

I will take you with me, barefooted
brave and heartskipping.

Let's find a butterfly to wonder about.
Then later I can remember it with you
in the pictures of my mind.

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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Photo taken at Tuscon Botanical Gardens. They have an delightful butterfly exhibit. When was the last time you hung out with butterflies?

Wintertide – Poem by Ali Grimshaw



In winter's grasp, we linger, longing for spring's embrace.
Does the waiting make arrival all the more precious?
A glowing light across the street reminds me of companionship.
Within these cold days gathering, we are the light for each other.
Together is our way forward toward blooming.

Often wintertide darkness can seem a season too long.
I cradle reminders of past flowers, new growth of green
wrapped in warm memories of meandering meadows wide.
While frost edges my windows in delicate design.
In winter's grasp, we linger, longing for spring's embrace.

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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A Kick Start For Winter Days – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

plan for magic
then just begin

after all
aliveness is in the happening

(adventure cannot find you on the couch)

choose a cloud to follow
out the back door

let the sky touch your face
welcome all reflections

look until you find the
beautiful

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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Write a 44 word poem inspired by touch.

Along the Path of Daily Breathing – poem by Ali Grimshaw

“Because the heart dwells in unattended dark, we often forget its sublime sensitivity to everything that is happening to us. Without our ever noticing, the heart absorbs the joy of things and also their pain and care. Within us, therefore, a burdening can accrue. For this reason, it is wise now and again to tune in to your heart and listen for what it carries.

– Let Your Heart Speak, John O’Donohue

along the path of daily breathing
to hear my heart’s needs
saturation of all to be felt

(all muscles need rest to continue lifting)

I sit inside a song of silence
listening for imaginings of the heart
possibilities of becoming

dreams beyond my thinking

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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A Beautiful Noticing – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

Precious is the quiet morning when I sit to breathe, just breathe. The highway hum in the distance, accompanied by a faint unknown rumble, and the caws of a bird, are heard in this stillness. How often does the environment around me go unnoticed as I am going about my day? The box of my mind has me doing and going. The senses of my body are left behind. Every time I stop, and return to my breath throughout the day, I return to a conscious noticing. It is then that I return to my body. My arms, my legs, my heart, and my mind are one again. There is a relief in just breathing.

When I first tried meditation is was unaccessible. Stillness did not feel safe. Letting go was scary. I lived in protection mode and this surrender to motionless living was a foreign land. Bit by bit I have found peaceful connection and I am grateful for all the guides who have helped me along the way.

constricted muscles
seek winter sunlight, birds perch
pause to exhale pain

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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Photo taken during our most recent ice storm. It is a close up of the beautiful frost on my bathroom window.

and just when I think, “How much could it matter?” – Poem by Ali Grimshaw



How many days can you claim bold aliveness
on an airstream of love
where wordclouds hover to make shadows?

What sweet relief to witness the magesty of
bloom on blue, a gathering of cells
multiplying magnificent.

"I'll miss you," he said in a whisper. "How many ways
can a mountian be climbed?"

Dipping skinny-style, screaming out in glee
we entered the river to revive.

Lavendar dusk of sky
arched islands like the backs of resting animals.

Oh, what can be unfolded inside my twisted heart
by sunlight on water if each person is a light
if we are billions of shades shifting into place.

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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This poem was inspired by Laura's prompt - Last Year's First Eleven
I chose one poem from each month and used the first line to make
this new poem. All of these lines were from poems I posted in 2023.
Writing this was like a word puzzle.

Have you opened your curtain today?

Let there always be light
let light always be

shining to see you through
let light reach you

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

If you are like me, you have a lot to feel right now. This can be heartbreaking and sometimes even make you feel alone. I am offering these upcoming writing circles for you to pause and gather your words. It is the delight of my heart to hold space for you.


In these circles, we will be slowing down to listen for…

  • the gifts of this season 
  • poetry that inspires and opens doors
  • ourselves and others in the circle

Saturday, January 27, 9:30 – 11:00 am PST $20 (two spots left)

Saturday, February 10, 9:30 – 11:00 am PST $20

Sunday, February 18, 1:30 – 3:00 pm PST $20

Circles are limited to six people. Each is a stand-alone offering. You can sign up for one or all.  Your first session is free.

Please email me to sign up.

Photo taken in Coos Bay, Oregon 2024.

Overseeing Liberation – Poem by Ali Grimshaw



he oversees the lagoon of
discarded worries
an under-demanding position

here visitors arrive worried-stiff
wrapped in cloud confusion

while misty banks ease the release
of hidden heartbreak underneath

their layers of anxious hopefulness

as fears are flung into waters
with rippling relief

reflecting reprieve

© Ali Grimshaw 2024

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Photo taken on a walk in Portland, Oregon. This kind face brought this poem to mind.

Togetherness is not a small word – Poem by Ali Grimshaw


and just when I think “How much could it matter?”
someone shows me

how my listening can be love
how my actions can be a bridge
how little I still understand about what is possible

and I shout out, THANK YOU
constellations of gratitude
and atmospheric appreciation
to each and every life that has touched mine

for each life I have yet to encounter

© Ali Grimshaw 2023


Dear readers,
Just when I think, why in the world am I writing, blogging, and sending out poems, someone reflects back that it matters to them. I started sharing my poems to honor a friend’s request. It was uncomfortable and sometimes scary. What moved me forward is my belief that if my words connect with one person in a way that they feel less alone, then it is worth it. It is still uncomfortable to share my words and maybe that is part of the process of being seen by others and knowing you don’t have control of any readers’ interpretation.

Over the years I have experienced writing myself forward. I will continue to hold writing circles to support others on this journey. Because of all who have read this blog, I have this amazing learning adventure. Thank you for reading and reflecting back your thoughts. Thank you for sharing yourselves openly. May we heal the world with our loving listening of each other.

Don’t ever give up.
Hands of love are reaching for you
even when you can’t see them.

Happy New Year,
Ali
P.S. The photo is of my father’s hand and the hand of my oldest son. It represents healing across the generations.